The air was cloying, thick and inviting, caressing one's senses. A light breeze ruffles his mane. He closes his eyes, listening to the sounds of the swamp around him as the residents of day sought shelter for the night, and the creatures of the night strode forth.
Crickets called him forward, inciting a wild restlessness, like a drug, pulling him forward, hoofbeats growing gradually faster as he obeyed the night's whim